I tied up my horse near a small stream and started up the hill with the bouquet of flowers in hand. Springtime is so wonderful in Italy. All of the ...ow rolling hills are either covered with green grass to graze the animals on or planted with grape vines. Either way the results are the same, lovely green rolling hills for as far as the eye could see.As I reached the top of the hill I was not prepared for the sight that awaited me. My Sophi was standing at the edge of the hill directly in. Apparently he was confident he could tell when I was close. He paused for only a few seconds and then began fingering me again with the same intensity. This time it was less than thirty seconds before he stopped just short of my orgasm. He paused just long enough for me to come back from the edge, before he started fingering me again. This cycle continued only getting faster and faster for what felt like hours.My brain was starting to turn to mush. I could not focus on anything, but the intense. This time I’m rewarded with a bestial moan, tears forming in Sophie’s eyes causing streaks of eye shadow down her cheeks-I wake with a start, the sound of a motorbike engine telling me my neighbor is up and heading out for his usual Sunday ride. My phone says it’s 8:30. I roll over, the sheets sticking to me from the mess I made the previous evening. I reach over to the nightstand for the little bullet vibe I keep there, imagining forcing one of those two lovelies to push their hand inside me. The moment she commanded him to kneel in her dominant voice, he ignored her.She stepped closer, reaching for his shoulder. The spark from the connection was instant when she touched him.Lust stirred in her belly like nothing she’d ever felt before. But she was denied her wish when she attempted to push him down on his knees.Instead, she was met with resistance.She retracted her touch. ?I could leave.? ?You won’t.? He spoke as though the statement were fact.She huffed. Turning on her heels,.